I live with deep emotion.
I carry a story shaped by a lonely heart.
I wonder if there is someone else out there
who knows this quiet way of being—
serving in silence,
trying to be everything to everyone,
moving through the world on muscle memory
while feeling slowly returns.
I want to know if anyone else
lives this way—
working through the numbness,
holding on to the echo of past romances,
remembering what it felt like
to be fully seen.
